Halfway Gone, Halfway Home; And Other Thanksgiving Thoughts

Thanksgiving marks roughly (although, if I think about it, I may have another week or so) the halfway point in my parents' long retirement vacation doing everything in another part of the world.  I really am happy for them.  But I think we all know that I am happy without them here, and they are happy that they don't have to think about me too much.  We are at our best when are not in each other's hair, and that's why I dread that in three months' time, we will be back together again, and hating each other.

Other Thanksgiving thoughts:

• You know, there is Christmas music (I think one station flipped from hip-hop in early October).  This isn't a rant about Christmas music being played too early, although Christmas music is being played too early.  I want to say that although there is Christmas music, and I think there is some Halloween music, there is no such thing as Thanksgiving music, is there?  I mean, what are songs about this day?  There's, what, the theme song to A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and, uh, Adam Sandler's song, and that's it.
• I have a ton of food in the fridge, and I am going to be eating out this afternoon (after, hopefully, working out in the morning), then having Subway (a turkey sandwich!) for dinner.  And there will still be leftovers rotting in the fridge!
• Speaking of which ... I am still trying to eat through potato salad I bought for work -- for Halloween.  A part of me thinks I should throw it away, but I ate some yesterday, and they still taste good, and I'm blog posting this, so I'm OK.  Right?
• If I am enterprising enough today, I am going to try and clean out the humidifier tube.  Oh, have I told you guys that the humidifier is leaking again?  Well, it is, and I am not comfortable turning it on now.  Don't know what to do.  Heh.
• The guy who runs my storage left me a message yesterday.  I think I am going to pay him a visit tomorrow, just to get to the bottom of all this.
• And I might buy a new phone for Black Friday.
• Oh, and I should add this: I was a bit drunk going into Hooters last night, and I was wearing my porno pants, and I had my fly completely undone.  And thank Buddha I had a long shirt on, because I wanted to see how my pants were as I was sitting, and I pulled up my shirt and I could see my flaccid dick sticking out through my pants.  And then I thought, Ah, I shouldn't risk it, so I went into the bathroom and buttoned one button.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.